A Certain Marvel Super Player

Locke was somewhat manic when he revealed Lorraine Broughton's identity to the entire world.

after all……

He doesn't like trouble, and he doesn't like the trouble of being blamed.

fine.

Lorraine Broughton's troubles ended here. Even Lorraine Broughton's troubles ended here.

"See you next year, Clyde!"

"Happy New Year, Locke."

"correct."

When Locke and Clyde walked out of the warehouse and came to the parking lot together, Locke opened the car, took out a small wrapped gift from the passenger seat, and threw it directly to Clyde.

Clyde took over: "What is this?"

Locke smiled and said: "A Christmas gift for Angel."

"Wow, this is so much..."

"Not for you."

"All right."

When Clyde saw this, he thanked Locke for his daughter Angel, then opened his car door and drove out of the parking lot first.

Locke smoked a cigarette on the spot, then left and drove to the Osborne Biological Building.

soon.

Not far away, Gwen, holding an umbrella and wearing a down jacket and scarf, opened the passenger seat, put away the umbrella, and sat on the car: "Oh my God, it's so cold outside."

Locke looked at the snowy car outside, a little miraculous: "You may not believe it, but when I came back from Brooklyn, it didn't snow over there."

As the city gets bigger, there is this trouble. The weather forecast is different in each district.

Unlike some island countries.

Today... it's sunny all over the country, so the weather forecaster must be very happy.

"Let's go."

Locke started the car and drove out slowly: "The restaurant's location has been reserved."

It's very warm in the restaurant.

The lighting is warm and yellow, giving people a very warm atmosphere. This is a restaurant that just opened on Fifth Avenue last month. Most people who can open restaurants on Fifth Avenue have a few brushes.

"Okay, that's all I have."

"OK."

After Gwen returned the menu to the waiter, she looked at Locke, who was sitting across from him, secretly pouring vodka into his cup again. She pretended not to notice, smiled and said in a low voice: "How was your training today, Agent Broughton?" .”

Locke raised his head and glanced at Gwen: "I killed the gangster and the hostage together."

Gwen: "..."

The promise was made without reservation to Gwen.

Locke means what he says.

but……

Locke also whispered: "Gwen, I said, I can tell you, but you can't tell others, not even George, otherwise, we will be silenced by the CIA."

Gwen came back to her senses: "Wait a minute, let's talk about the hostages and gangsters first."

Locke shrugged and told an interesting story about his afternoon training: "Go deep behind enemy lines, require concealment, and also require speed. If you don't want to kill, why keep it? Expose it?"

Gwen opened her mouth.

She felt that today, she had to temporarily allocate her scheduled time to study financial investment to psychology, which she had not touched for a long time.

The reason why I haven't touched him for a long time is because Gwen feels that Locke's mental state is actually quite good, but at the moment, Gwen feels that, in fact, his mental state is not good, but it is just very hidden.

No, Locke really needs to see a psychiatrist.

Those are hostages, not vampires.

It doesn't matter if a vampire kills a person, not a human, at least not.

Gwen smiled, thinking quickly, planning to change the topic and bring up something else about the psychiatrist to stimulate Locke's resistance.

The next second.

Gwen looked at the talk show broadcast on TV not far away, her eyes lit up, and she looked at Locke: "Locke, do you still remember the trapped courier pilot we saw a few days ago?"

Locke snorted: "What's wrong?"

"He's coming to New York."

"Um?"

Gwen pointed slightly at the big TV over there with her little finger, gesturing for Locke to look at it.

Locke looked at it curiously. On the TV, the courier who had lived on the isolated island for twelve years was talking in a somewhat stumbling tone about several things he had done since returning.

Send express.

According to this courier, he is a courier, and he has the responsibility and obligation to deliver these couriers to their owners. It is this motivation that supports him to survive on the isolated island.

Therefore, after he left the isolated island and returned to the Federation, Federal Express arranged for a man to broadcast live the scene of him delivering the express to the owners who were twelve years late.

Immediately afterwards.

Several clips were also shown on the TV, showing the surprise and astonishment shown by those who purchased the express delivery twelve years ago when they received the express delivery twelve years ago.

only……

"The express delivery is twelve years late. It must be broken."

"What the audience sees is not this, but the picture of a courier who has been alone on an island for twelve years and still has his original intention."

"All right."

Locke shrugged and stopped talking.

Traffic is king these days.

Look at the Peerless Assassin.

When the Wushuang Assassin was causing trouble, the New York media wanted to call him Britney. Then, when the Wushuang Assassin retired after his success, Locke took over, and he became Britney Spears again.

There are really a lot of sweethearts among New York media people, and they are also the kind who do not taboo on both meat and vegetables.

"So, Alvin."

The talk show host on the TV looked at the courier Alvin who was sitting on the sofa and had not recovered from his savage form for a long time. He smiled and said: "I think the audience would like to know, is the reason why you came to New York... Because there is also express delivery in New York that you need to deliver?"

Ai Wen nodded honestly and spoke awkwardly: "Yes, you know, my express flight was actually to Texas, but twelve years have passed, many customers living in Texas have already lived in other states, and New York , there are exactly three.”

"Do you have a video, Alvin?"

"Feel sorry."

Ivan shook his head and said: "Two of them have passed away, and one of them is not at home. We can only leave the express delivery with the doorman."

"Guard?"

"Yes, Star Building!"

"So that's the case."

When the host of the talk show saw the name of Xingchen Building coming out, he expressed that the security of Xingchen Building was like this, and then directly changed the topic.

Nothing else.

If Star Tower talks too much, the gangsters will be unhappy. If the gangsters don't pay attention, its ratings will plummet. These days, there is no need to struggle with money, if you are not a rich man.

Gwen's eyes lit up as she listened to the words on the TV: "Star Building, which one do you live in?"

Locke looked at Gwen: "I'm not familiar with the neighbors downstairs anymore."

After all, his house was invaded every day. Frankly speaking, Locke felt that he had single-handedly lowered the strength of the Star Building.

How did people introduce Xingchen Building in the past?

The most noble building on Fifth Avenue, countless little black men, the luxurious mansion that is expected but not available, and reaching the pinnacle of life starts from here!

The home buyer has a starry face and doesn't know how serious it is.

But now?

As soon as the agent opened his mouth, the home buyer said, "Hey, the security of this Xingchen Building is not very good. I heard that anyone can hack into it."

The agent is afraid that he will die suddenly.

Two hours later.

Apartment downstairs.

Gwen listened to the familiar baby crying from home, smiled, and looked at Locke who came out of the car: "Why don't you go up and sit?"

The baby's cry made Gwen feel a little dazed.

Locke smiled and hugged Gwen: "Tomorrow."

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and Chester is not at home. He originally wanted to spend Christmas Eve with Carrie, but Carrie told her a few days ago that Betty invited her to attend her family’s Christmas Eve, so if nothing happens, If something unexpected happened, even if he wanted to spend time alone tomorrow, Helen and Gwen would not agree.

Moreover, he and Gwen also made an appointment with Kahn and Cindy for coffee tomorrow morning, who are also on vacation starting tomorrow. By the way, let's take a look and find a place to do some activities during the winter vacation.

You can't take a vacation, just stay at home, that would be boring.

Kahn and Cindy were nominated to go skiing in Canada.

Gwen hasn't thought about it yet.

It doesn't matter to Locke, as long as he doesn't go to sea, it will be the same wherever he goes.

In the middle of winter, it would be very cold to capsize a boat on the sea.

Gwen smiled and parted her lips: "Okay, good night, Locke."

Locke smiled and said, "Good night."

soon.

Gwen walked into the apartment under Locke's gaze. Then, when Locke walked back to the car and opened the driver's door, Gwen was already standing in the kitchen of the apartment waving to him.

Locke raised his head and waved to Gwen, who was standing in the kitchen, making a "see you tomorrow" gesture. Then, he got into the car and blocked out the cold air outside.

Ding dong!

Locke took out his cell phone, looked at a text message sent by Anonymous Doe to greet the New Year in advance, smiled, put the cell phone away, and started the car.

Light up the fire and go home!

Return to the Star Building.

Locke drove directly to the underground parking lot. After parking the car, he got out of the car and walked towards the elevator next to it.

There are also two electronic Christmas trees placed in the elevator room.

The volume is just right, and a song about Christmas is playing quietly over there.

"Jingle Bell!"

"Hello!"

"Hey Locke!"

"Chester!"

"Merry Christmas Eve."

“…Christmas Eve is tomorrow.”

"I know, I may not be able to use the phone tomorrow. I put your gift in the study room at home. The blue box, Carrie's is red. Remember to find Carrie tomorrow and help me give it to her. one time."

"good!"

Locke hummed lightly and hung up the phone.

Basically, before coming to New York, Chester would have prepared a Christmas Eve gift for him, even though it was all nonsense.

Ding!

First floor.

Locke looked at the empty first floor, where no one was planning to come in, and prepared to close the door.

at this time.

The doorman over there saw Locke with keen eyes: "Mr. Broughton."

Locke pressed the elevator door button with his finger and looked at the doorman over there.

soon.

The doorman ran to the elevator with a package: "Mr. Broughton, in the afternoon, someone said this was your express delivery from twelve years ago."

Locke raised his eyebrows!

…

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